blast of the sound barrier, the
neon fire that blankets the city
and melts your arm. It is
what it is, even when they
tell you it wasn't. No argument
to dismiss the power of the
pure at heart when it annihilates
a thousand viruses under the
microscope. No words are
adequate ridicule, even though
this cure, this beauty, this
suffering is a foolish bet to sell
everything for. You would throw
it all away for a pearl. You would
let them put out your eyes for a
glimpse of the coming kingdom.
You would ask the unknown
question. You sail in your skin
boat over the edge of the world.
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